I have come to the conclusion that my life is a lie.
My mind has once again has played me with the ace of bitch.
What I was led to believe has decayed and died.
Like someone else is grabbing and flicking the switch.

I have come to the conclusion that I can’t make up my mind.
Feeling like a greedy fucker who wants the best of both worlds
Not having a preferred choice and yet still I bitch and whine.
Like I never played anything out or let it unfurl.

I have come to the conclusion that I am the biggest liar of the day
Masking my true feelings from everyone including myself
Never able to really reveal what my brain is wanting to say
Instead packing it away and leaving to collect dust on the back shelf

I have come to the conclusion that I have a faulty gene.
It causes the imbalance of my brain.
People say I am only hunting glory because it cannot be seen.
Until the day comes when I attack myself and maim.

I have come to the conclusion that I no longer care.
I feel nothing inside, my feelings and desires left.
It is strange to think I am no longer aware.
I ran out of empathy and broken dreams to caress.

I have come to the conclusion that it is time for a change.
To re-build the tatters I left in my wake.
To re-ignite my feelings and make me feel sane.
Question remains, will I make or break?

2010